The almost empty 68 Avenue

It´s 20:04. ​​I am on my way home, I'm on the street 72- 68. We're many women in the bus. As we move between cars and craters and I hear the sweet music of my favorite radio station. Slowly we approached the bridge without end,the bridge of street 68 and Avenue  68, apparently isn't occupied.

Today miraculously, I've my warm hands and the transport going to the neighborhood Las ferias. Several restaurants, I'm hungry and have $ 200 in the right pocket. It has been 15 minutes since I boarded, and we're just about 68 street - Rojas avenue.
We Already crossed the Red avenue, road to cross  Boyacá avenue, I see one of my loves hiding in action, I remember seeing these movements (one who called my cell at around six thirty pm).
At this time beware  far from the door to keep you safe, hide who you observe more, careful look at the eyes, wary of one who appears to know more, avoiding the rocks but don't ever change their place because people will realize that you exist. Read and be wise,live and become a vagabond lives. Love regardless of sex and you will be pointed out by many people. Make no mistake  because otherwise you look like useless; You talk and  you will be reckless.
Today  told me a beautiful story of hope. Today I understood that art as much has a real and present rich also has a future.

I pledge to help make this progress. Thanks to life for existing.
Mayra A(2) Z.

When veto to the love, to the poetry.

When veto to the love, to the poetry.

When veto to the love or to the poetry

hundred it turns into thousand and the signs emerge of my mouth

the tears roll about the reddish cheeks
the pains of they go deeply and the life becomes exhausted
nevertheless, recovers her beauty in every step.

When veto the mouth

they extend an invitation to find other ways

to say being quiet

to listen shouting

to laugh silently

to finish with the injustice

and to demolish your lies

lying and insecure

woman of ice, woman of stone.

When you WOMAN OF ICE

decides to play at being a puppeteer and to make speak to others

for your own interests

I jump and get angry

because the others, much to his dismay

there have history, life, hope and dreams

if, by chance, them yours they are fragile

if perhaps They trampled on your soul, they stomped your hands

don’t think you have the right doing everywhere, woman paper.

The life, though it is difficult to you to believe

is full of love of multiple forms and colors,

flavors and smells. 

We have learned to love others with silent

quieting the body and adore pagan gods, distant gods.

And you, you are the manifestation of this fragile woman

fearing woman, plaintive woman, makes me sad,
gives me despite, gives me grief,

you're so empty, so abysmal,
So cold! I repudiate, and give me grief, only it wakes up.

Life, poetry, not shut, do not disdained, are not condemned

life, lady, celebrated, is danced and lived as party

in spite of you, despite my
despite the death, or rather for her.

Death, poetry, sickness.

they’re waiting me just around the corner,

blind alley

beautiful and indescribable maze of the love,

poetry, pain and passion, woman sandy

plaintive, empty, wife of another woman without a sail

distant woman, you are a daughter of the system.

                                                                                            Flor Aurora Méndez L

with me

Edwin Mojica Pérez. Romeo y Julieta

I am with me...

...I feel that on having opened this door I observe our paradise.

I listen to myself. This sweet voice says love.

I feel my effort, my eyes and my face. I feel my lips  kissing him. With infinite vibrations that undress quickly and delicately. I attract little by little with me, until with a great inhalation I'm complete.

I'm seeing love and it seems to be so simple, they are so many captivations that you possess.

Cold the senses excite and expand the pupils.

Now I understand for that nobody has been capable of describing the real love; becomes difficult to understand this concept for who hasn't felt it with the soul, not only in the body but in the soul, that's divided in two and complements itself in one.

                                                                                         Mayra A(2) Z.

Sitting on the wall

12-02-2014 01:30

The sand of the wave.

You’re; who do you think you are?

You're one?

Refuse me it, I’ll not do it. You restrict me and you're a skeptic in my vision ,makes me that  I doubt the existence of  something infinite.

The past I neither deny it nor exclude it, if it hadn't been for that  you had not entered to my life.

I feel that I’m the one that's speaking to your soul with anxieties of ego.

I´m writing, you’re avoiding the message.

Perfection is I want it in my word, which is pure and polished.My skin has cold with the thirst that I am facing. My wrinkled heart and my mind of color have voice by means of symbols.

                                                                                                                                          Mayra A(2) Z.

In the Sky 3536

" The ideas are in all the shades; even in that the human being doesn't manage to see "

Mayra A(2) Z.

X hours. January 07 of 2013

In the Sky 3536.

I don't have so exact words.

I haven't so exact words to express and tell me how I feel when you're by my side, or simply as my soul travels together with my mind to other worlds or other times on having thought about you. When I remember your caresses, your looks and ours words; when we Breathe together though it is in different times I feel that we are tuned in the same vibrate. Though sometimes I deny it or have denied it, I don't get tired of your presence in my life, whatever happens after this pretty experience or before it …

… Thank you for your existence!.

 Mayra A(2) Z.

There are some moments of feelings and sensations...

6:41 am 11/07/2012

I got up at 5:30 am so sleepy since the last night I went to the bed around midnight. Due to the argument  
I had with a friend , I got the idea about  if I lose one more friend, what should happen, if I told him the truth? what should happen, if I need to say all that has occurred, must I be sincere?! Just when it's worth  I am sincere , I don't want cheat anybody, I want all things could be different every day .

Today … …when I got up I felt at peace with myself  because this happiness I was waiting for is finally coming  I like to feel when I'm breathing , feeling that I must adopt better attitudes.

I had to present PRE ICFES test so I felt so anxious. When arrived to the classroom I noticed I was the third person coming   in spite of  I walked very slow from home to the college. What a surprise! It was 6:56 am, I was turning my pen on my table while the lady who guided the test was next to the board doing anything  . All was crazy I wanted to sleep but I had resolve the test .Let's see how it will goes from here to 10:30 am …

…I got bored with the topics that I didn't understand  however, in the second part of the test I felt very well!

What made me happy? I set down commode , I achieved the happiness today, told the truth, few lies and personal inventions afflict me, I walk slow though the others are in hurry.

I realized that I am happy when I have the company of my friends, when the people smile, when I listen to the music that I like, when I draw, when I read and even now writing._

I become anxious when I ponder in the space-time but more worries me is this part to which we call the future (MY FUTURE), when I do not have patience and when I eat much candy.

I calm down thinking about the persons that I want, these persons who have made something sowed in my, I calm down when I see and feel the solutions to the problems,  when I see the problems solved is more gratifying , when I start doing something that i wanted to do does very much.

I get depressed analyzing the situation of some problems that flood the world, I get depressed when the persons that I consider to be valuable in my life act sometimes as if I maybe was unimportant for them ,but i worry much more when YOUR OWN LIFE is unimportant for them.
I feel sad when I feel that maybe I am not doing very much with my life. I put me badly when i feel  impotent .The disappointment comes when you do something for someone or some and they aren't grateful with your acts.

The fury burst into my when  they don't estimate neither my effort nor my work, when they ignore what is just and reasonable, when I do not achieve it in the process of coming to the planned goal yet . I feel furious where the SUPPORT is ILLUSORY or APPARENT EVEN NULL.

9:14 PM end of the binnacle.

Mayra A (2) Z. malekandraL’école.